There was only one throne. That meant, as someone got closer to the throne, someone else had to fall. And at the moment Princess Leila was establishing her presence in the Ceremony of Triumphant Return, the man who had been closest to the Lester Kingdom’s throne was drunk.

Skyt von Lester, the First Prince. 

He had completely lost his self-confidence after his defeat in the civil war and was no different than a crippled.

“Damn it… alcohol! Bring me alcohol!!”

The First Prince had terrified all the maids with his temper. One maid carefully brought him his alcohol but…

Shatter!

“Kyaa!”

Irritated by something, the First Prince had violently thrown the alcohol bottle at the frightened maid. 

“You damn wench! Even lowly sluts like you laugh at me now?!”

“Your— Your Highness, I wasn’t… Kya!”

Smack!

Before she even had the chance to say anything, the First Prince punched the maid.

“Ah! Your Highness… please… forgive me… Kya…”

Almost dead from the First Prince’s kicking, the maid begged for forgiveness, but lost in bloodlust, he had no intentions of stopping. His violent assault only ended when the maid fainted without being able to say anything.

“Huff… huff…”

Breathing heavily, the First Prince staggered and grabbed the bottle of liquor rolling on the floor only to...